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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 133

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 133

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Steve started moving around, dancing as best he could, to the music. The band was playing a variety of styles from punk, rock, metal, country, pop…one right after another. The dance floor was full of dancers, doing whatever moves they felt like. Everyone was laughing at how crazy they all looked in their costumes. Kinsey took a minute to just look at his club. It had never been so wild.

Steve finally had to tell Ghost he had to go sit down, again. “Help me over to a table,” he yelled in Ghost’s ear. “I’ve had enough hopping around on one leg.”

They made their way over to the side lines, finding a table to sit at, while they had a beer, and cooled off; both of them were sweaty and exhausted.

“Ghost, that was really fun, after all,” Steve said.

“I know. I’m so happy you danced with me,” Ghost grinned.

Steve reached over and ran a finger over Ghost’s cheek. “Look at that, the orange hair spray is fading all over you,” he said.

“Ha…it’s all over you, too,” Ghost said, swiping his finger over Steve’s face.

“Great, we look like a couple of melting pumpkins.”

“I don’t care, I like pumpkins,” Ghost said. “I’m gonna go get us some wet paper towels, so we can wipe it off.” He made his way through the crowd, and down the hall to the bathroom. There was already a line to get in, so he decided to go to the little one, down the far back hallway.

Not many people knew about that one, so he knew he could get in. The hall was dim, and the music was muffled a bit. He’d almost reached the door, when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He jumped, and turned around. It was Trevor.

He’d taken off his shirt, to cool off, and his hair had come out of their braids, so it streamed down his back.

“Hey, Trevor,” Ghost said, “you scared me. I was just gonna get some wet towels to cool off, and…” He stopped, looking closer at Trevor, who’d not said a word.

“Ghost…” Trevor breathed, right up in Ghost’s face.

Ghost backed up, but hit the wall. Trevor was taller, and as Ghost looked up into Trevor’s face, he knew…he knew what Trevor was wanting.

“Uh-uh, Trev…” he was saying, but he was stopped by Trevor’s mouth crushing into his. Trevor’s body pressed into him, and he felt his lip being cut open, by his broken tooth. He tasted blood. Trevor’s tongue forced it’s way into Ghost’s mouth, and his hands were everywhere. One grabbing handfuls of Ghost’s hair, and the other making it’s way into the waistband of his jeans.

Ghost kept hitting Trevor, wherever he could get a punch in, but it was doing no good…Trevor wasn’t stopping. They didn’t hear that the music had stopped.

Zach had come looking for Trevor, while the band was on a break, and he now stood there at the entrance to the hallway, staring at them.

Trevor was speaking in a low voice, “I heard you’re a whore, Ghost. I never had anyone but Zach, so I want to find out what it’s like. He said I could do it with you…so, be still.”

Ghost tried to scream, but Trevor clamped his hand over his mouth. He tried kneeing him in the crotch, and stomping on his feet, but it was impossible to get an opening, against Trevor’s vice-like grip.

As Zach came into the hallway, seeing what was happening, he’d froze for a second. Then he yelled, “Stop, let him go, Trevor.” He ran to pull him off of Ghost. He grabbed at him, and yelled some more, but it seemed Trevor was in a crazy state, like he was earlier, at the house.

R. J. had come into the hall, and as soon as he did, Zach hollered, “Go get Steve, or Terry, or somebody…hurry.” Zach was no match for pulling Trevor away, so he tried kicking his leg, as hard as he could.

“Trevor, the evil spirits got ahold of you, again. You don’t know what you’re doing. Let Ghost go.” Zach yelled, and kept on kicking.

“Go away, Zach,” Trevor growled, “you said I could have Ghost, so I am.”

“I didn’t mean it, remember. It was the house…putting words in my mouth.” He grabbed Trevor’s hair, yanking it hard, dragging Trevor away, and finally off of Ghost. That seemed to bring Trevor out of whatever hold the evil had on him. He seemed confused, now.

He looked around at Zach, then at Ghost. “What happened? What did I do? Oh, no…oh no…Zach, Ghost…I’m sorry. It wasn’t me…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He kept backing up until he was against the opposite wall.

That’s when Terry came rushing in, and Steve was right behind him. Ghost had sank down to the floor, when Trevor was pulled away, and was now sitting with his knees pulled up, crying and wiping at his face. It was smeared with the blood, still dripping from his cut lip.

He kept staring at Trevor, his mind telling him it wasn’t Trevor who attacked him, but the evil spirit, or demon, that had followed Trevor from his house. But his heart was pounding, and aching, because he was scared of what Steve would do, and because he was hurting…he knew now, he was up against an evil he’d never knew really existed, until now.

Steve came as fast as he could, over to Ghost. “Are you ok? What did he do to you? I’ll kill him, Ghost, I swear I will.”

“Steve,” Ghost cried, pulling Steve awkwardly down to the floor. “Steve…” he grabbed him, hugging like he’d never let go. “It’s okay, I’m okay…don’t kill him.”

“But, Ghost…you have blood all over you…did he hit you?” Steve tried to get up.

“No, it wasn’t Trevor…well, all he did was kiss me real hard, and he was gonna do more, but it’s just my lip got cut. But, it wasn’t him. It was the evil spirit that got in him, and made him do it. He didn’t want to, and…”

“Stop it…stop making excuses for what he did, Ghost,” Steve said. He looked up, as Zach and Trevor walked over to them. “I told you to stay away from Ghost…now I have to kill you,” he said, dead calm, but his eyes were blazing at both Trevor and Zach.

Trevor pleaded, “It wasn’t me, Steve. I mean, I think I was taken over by that evil thing from the house.”

Steve sneered at him. “That’s a load of bullshit… you tried to rape Ghost, not five minutes ago…and you’re blaming an evil spirit made you do it? Get outta my face.” Steve scrambled up, taking a step toward Trevor.

“Wait, Steve…it’s true,” Zach said. “We even left the house and moved in here today, because it got Trevor earlier for awhile. He even tried to kill me…and not for the first time, either. We still need Ghost to help us.”

“Forget it,” Steve said, “Ghost isn’t going anywhere near that house.”

“Yes, I am, Steve,” Ghost said. He’d gotten up, and was looking determined“I will help get rid of the demon. I felt it…it was trying to get in me, too…but, we won’t let it win.” He grabbed Zach and Trevor’s hands, and squeezed. “I promise, I’ll try.”

Zach breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you…and yes, we need any help you can give. We don’t expect a miracle, but just you trying means everything.”

Trevor was nodding, “I’m so sorry, Ghost. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Steve shook his head and gritted his teeth. “Fine…whatever, Ghost. I know I can’t stop you, but, I pray to everything Holy, that it don’t get any worse.” He looked at Ghost. “I’m going home; you can stay here with these assholes, or come with me, I don’t care.”

He hobbled back down the hallway. “Outta my way,” he said, as he brushed past Terry and R. J.

“I’m going, too,” Ghost said, following Steve.

They went back through the club, where people were still partying, waiting for the band to start playing their last set. “We’re leaving,” Steve said to Kinsey, as he and Ghost went by the bar.

“What, already?” Kinsey asked, then he saw Ghost. “Hey, what happened? You ok, Ghost?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Ghost said.

“Steve, what’s going on,” Kinsey asked, looking at Steve for an answer.

“”Nothing, just a demon got hold of Trevor, and made him attack Ghost. But it’s over now…I hope.”

They left out of the back door to the club. Kinsey was confused, but didn’t have time to think about it now. There was still work to be done.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 130

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 130

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“What’s the matter? Do you want us to take you home, Ghost?” Trevor asked, as he squeezed Ghost’s hand. Ghost squeezed back, hard. Trevor could feel him trembling.

“Make it stop,” Ghost whispered. “Make the sizzling stop.” He closed his eyes and growled, in his gravelly voice, “Leave me alone. You have no power over me.”

Zach and Trevor just stared, as Ghost’s hair began to receive static electricity from the air. They were really freaked out, now. “Oh, my God…Zach, what can we do? He’s acting crazy…is this for real?” Trevor asked, as he stood up, getting ready to run.

“Trev, go get my phone out of the car. Call Steve’s phone, or Terry…or somebody. Tell them to come out here now,” Zach said. “This isn’t good, and I don’t know what to do.”

Trevor took off running back to the cemetery’s entrance, where they’d parked the car. When he got there, he couldn’t remember Steve’s number, so he called Terry at the record shop.

“Terry, is Steve there…it’s an emergency. We’re at the cemetery with Ghost and he needs help,” Trevor said, breathing hard, into the phone.

“Dude, Steve’s already halfway there. He dropped everything and said he heard Ghost calling him. He’ll be there any second,” Terry said.

“Thanks, Terry…wait, here he comes now.” He disconnected the call, and jumped in the car with Steve.

Steve drove as far as he could toward Ghost’s grandmother’s grave. “What happened?” he asked as he ran up to see about Ghost. Bending down, he shook Ghost, trying to snap him out of it. “Ghost, I’m here, it’s ok…wake up…Now!”

Zach tried to explain what had happened. “We were all just talking, and he started acting all weird. We didn’t know what to do.”

“Is he going to be okay?” asked Trevor.

As Steve bent over him again, Ghost gave him a wink, and a small smile. Steve nodded, “Yeah, he’ll be ok in a minute…as soon as he wakes up.”

“Huh?” Zach looked confused.

Steve kept shaking Ghost. “Was he asleep before y’all started talking?”

“Yeah, but he woke up and did stuff, and then talked to us like normal…I think,” Trevor said.

Steve wiped the sweat from running in his eyes, as he adjusted his position, there on the ground. “Okay, well, he does crazy stuff when he sleepwalks, and looks like he still is asleep. What was he saying?”

“He said ‘leave me alone’, and ‘you have no power over me’,” Zach said.

Steve frowned, “Oh, crap…he was over at your place, wasn’t he?”

Trevor and Zach both nodded.

“That’s it then,” Steve said. “That evil shit ya got going on over there must have followed him here, and is messing with him.”

“It’s here…now?” Zach said, looking around.

“Never mind, just get me some water or something.”

Trevor ran to get a bottle of water from the car. It took a few minutes to go all the way back to the entrance, again.

Steve kept trying to wake Ghost up. “Wake up, Ghost…can you hear me?”

When Trevor returned, Steve took the bottle of water, and splashed it right into Ghost’s face. Ghost sputtered, and sat up. “Why’d ya go and do that, Steve?” he asked.

“Because you were gone somewhere else, and I had to bring you back,” Steve said.

“Oh, where’d I go?” Ghost looked confused, now.

“Into outer space, Ghost. That’s where you always go, Dude.”

“And, I’m back, now?”

“Yeah, you’re back, and it’s time to go home.”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Ghost said. “Oh, hey Zach, Trevor…where did y’all come from? Did y’all go to space, too?”

“I think we did,” Trevor said.

“Yeah, you took us on a crazy trip, man,” Zach said, shaking his head in wonder.

“I’m taking him home, now,” Steve said, “we’ll see ya later tonight, if Ghost feels up to it.”

Zach and Trevor headed back to their car. Steve reached out a hand, to help Ghost up. He was still a bit shaky, and he leaned on Steve, as they went over to their car.

“You ok, now?” Steve asked.

“Uh-huh,” Ghost said. “Did I scare ’em real good?”

Steve laughed, “Yeah, they probably crapped their pants, after that show.”

Ghost smiled. “Good…except it wasn’t all a trick, Steve. Some of it was for real…and I don’t know which part, now.”

Steve looked over at him, “I know,” he said, “and that’s the part that scares me.”

~

They drove back home, and Ghost grabbed himself a sandwich to take out back to the little graveyard. Steve decided to go, too, so made a few more sandwiches, and a couple of cold sodas. As they walked down the little worn path behind their house, Spirit played and pounced on leaves and twigs, and swatted at a late season butterfly.

Leaning back against an old crooked cross, they ate and watched as Spirit climbed on the nearby tombstones.

“So, those guys really got scared, huh?” Steve was laughing, remembering the sight.

“Yeah, they did, for real,” Ghost said. “Guess they got a preview of what’ll happen over at their house, at the séance.”

Steve agreed, “Yeah, but then it will be the real thing…won’t it?” he looked at Ghost. “Ya know, it doesn’t have to, though. You could just pretend, like today.”

Ghost thought about it a minute, “I know I could, but that wouldn’t help them…and I still think I can…ya know…help, or at least tell them what’s causing the trouble.”

“But, listen, Ghost,” Steve said, “I’m scared it’ll do something bad…to you…to everybody…like actually call in demons, and they’ll possess us all…and…I don’t know…maybe we’ll all die, or…”

“You’re scared, aren’t ya, Steve?”

“Hell yeah…aren’t you?”

Ghost shrugged, “A little, ’cause I don’t know what’ll happen either.”

“Did you go over those instructions, again?”

“Uh-huh, I know what to do with that, then it’s all up to the spirits,” Ghost said.

“Meow?” Spirit said.

“Not you, silly kitty,” Ghost said, as he scratched the cat’s ears. “You’re not invited.”

“Who all will be there?” Steve wondered.

“Us and them, I guess,” Ghost said.

“I have a feeling…” Steve said.

“What…what did you just say?” Ghost laughed.

“Shut it, Ghost…I said I have a feeling…”

Ghost giggled.

“Stop it, now,” Steve said, and shoved Ghost. “Anyway, I think Kinsey and Terry will be coming over, too, ’cause they already heard about it, and they never want to be left out of stuff…even when they say they don’t want any part of our adventures…so, I expect they’ll be there.”

“Oh, well, they better behave themselves, then,” Ghost said, “because I’m in charge, this time.” He stood up and hollered, “I’m in charge…ya get it?”

“You’re crazy, man,” Steve laughed.

“Yeah, and Steve is my bodyguard, and he’ll kick your ass, if ya mess with me…and that goes for you spooks, too,” Ghost kept on yelling.

Steve was rolling on the ground, laughing, and Spirit was climbing all over him.

“So, there,” Ghost said, as he sat back down.

They stayed out in the graveyard a while longer, while Ghost wandered around among the crosses and headstones, saying a few words to the long dead Civil War inhabitants.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 128

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 128

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Trevor was in a psychotic fugue, or something, as he continued slashing at the vines with his butcher knife. It was just like when Zach first met Trevor at this house. He’d came at him then, too, trying to kill him. It had been a long time since he’d had to use his computer systems passwords to unlock Trevor’s mind. He couldn’t even remember what it was he’d said, that last time. Something had to work, though, so he started saying anything he could think of.

“Trevor, we have to get ready for the Halloween show tonight. We won’t stay here anymore. Let’s burn the place down, right now. Coffee…I’ll make strong coffee for you. Mushrooms, Trevor, remember? Ghost will clear away the evil. You can sing on stage with me.”

Zach kept on talking, trying to break through and calm Trevor down. Trevor kept on slashing the vines, his hair flying, and sweat running down his face, mixing with the tears. Each time the blade cut through a vine runner, Zach thought he could hear it screaming.

“I love your hair, Trevor. I love you. Draw me some comics. You can make out with Ghost, and I won’t get mad. Let’s go back to Jamaica…”

Suddenly, Trevor whirled around, his eyes blazing as he stared at Zach. “You’re an idiot, Zach.”

Zach backed up out of Trevor’s reach with the knife. “What?”

“I said you’re an idiot.” Trevor said, breathing hard. “All that crap you just said…I heard it all. I don’t need any code words to make me calm down. And, I can’t believe you said I should make out with Ghost. What do you think I am…a whore, now? Now that you taught me everything, that I’d just go be with anyone but you? That kills me, Zach, that you’d think that, that I’d want to do that.”

Breathing hard, Trevor dropped the knife.

Zach was afraid to say anything, now…the wrong thing might set Trevor off again, but he had to say something. “Uh, Trev…I’m sorry. I thought I could calm you down. You were scaring me, and…”

“Shut up, just shut up, Zach,” Trevor said. He brushed past Zach, on his way outside.

Zach was frozen to the spot. He needed to go to Trevor, but now was afraid to…afraid Trevor was breaking up with him. He looked back into the bedroom. The vines were growing back…putting feelers out toward the doorway.

“You fucking house…look what you’ve done. You couldn’t kill him before, so you try this way. Well, it’s not gonna happen. Never…never.” He ran out to confront Trevor.

As he came outside, he saw Trevor at the car, bent over the hood. He was crying. Zach came up, slowly, and reached out his hand. He smoothed back Trevor’s hair. “Trev, I’m so sorry. Let me hold you, please.” He thought Trevor wasn’t going to turn around, but he did, and fell into Zach’s arms.

“I’m sorry Zach. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to yell at you…it’s just this evil house. I couldn’t stop.”

“I know, and it had hold of me, too, I think. I couldn’t stop the words from coming, even when I didn’t want to say them.”

They stayed in their embrace, there by the car, for a few more moments. Zach dried Trevor’s tears, and kissed him.

“We have to go back in there,” Zach said. “We have to get our stuff.”

Trevor nodded. “What if we don’t get out alive, Zach?”

“We will…we have each other,” Zach said, more confident than he actually felt.

They walked back around to the back door of the house. Everything seemed fine to look at, but there was an underlying feeling of a presence, waiting and watching. As fast as they could, they gathered up clothes, notebooks, sketchpads, comics, food, and anything else they could carry. They dumped it all in the car.

“That’s it then?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, except for the séance,” Trevor said.

Zach frowned, “Are you serious? Even now, you want to do that?”

“Yeah, even now,” Trevor nodded.

Zach sighed and shook his head. He knew he’d go along with it, too. He knew it wasn’t really over with Trevor…maybe it never would be.

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After a little while, Trevor asked, “Where will we go, now?”

“Well, Kinsey said we could stay there, if we wanted to,” Zach said. “That’s probably what we should do, at least until we find another place. What do you think?”

“Yeah, guess we could go on over there to the club. It’s early, but we can unload our stuff, get all this settled, before y’all do the show tonight,” Trevor agreed.

Still, they didn’t leave. For some reason, they were finding it hard to get away from the house…they kept talking of the séance, the upcoming party, and even though they felt the need to go, there was the house…trying to pull them back in. Finally, Trevor gave himself a shake, to break the spell. “Let’s just go, we’ll be back, when Ghost does the séance,” he said. Yet, still they stayed a bit longer, discussing Ghost and what he’d be doing.

“You know what,” Trevor asked, “I’m still curious about what Ghost is going to actually do over here, ya know. Do you think it will be scary, or maybe it will be stupid to even do it.”

“So what if it is? We’ll see what happens, when we do it, right? Don’t be freaking yourself out, before it even happens,” Zach said.

“Yeah, I know, you’re right, Zach.”

“Hey, Ghost said he was going over to the cemetery, didn’t he? I have an idea…let’s go find him,” Zach said, grinning. “Let’s find out what he does over there. He’s got secrets, I’ll bet, secrets of his powers. I want to…”

Trevor interrupted, “You want to go spy on him?”

Zach smiled, “Yeah.”

Trevor shrugged, “Fine with me, just don’t go accusing me of anything, this is your idea.”

“I know, and I won’t” Zach said. He started the car and pulled out to the road. They’d never been to the cemetery before, but had passed by it on occasion. They’d admired the angel statue out by the entrance.

After a few minutes, they pulled into the little cemetery lane, stopping there. “That angel is pretty cool looking,” Trevor said. “I’ll bet I could draw it.”

“Later,” Zach said, “we’re trying to find Ghost. I think we should just start walking around, but maybe be kinda quiet, you know, out of respect.”

“Hah, what you really mean, is be sneaky,” Trevor laughed.

“Yeah, that, too.”

Zach pulled the car over to the side of the little road, and they got out. “How are we supposed to find him? This place is really big,” Trevor asked, as they looked around the grounds. There were so many trees, it was hard to tell how far the graves went back, and they had no idea of where Ghost’s grandmother’s grave was located.

“Well, guess we just start where we are and work our way in,” Zach said.

It was only mid-afternoon, but very shady, and eerily quite. “Ya getting scared yet, Trev?”

“No, well maybe. Let’s keep going.”

They wandered down the path, looking left and right as best they could, seeing no sign of Ghost. They were almost at the back perimeter of the graveyard, when Zach stopped walking. He pointed up ahead of them. “Shh…there he is.”

They tried not to crunch on the dried leaves, as they went forward, using the trees to hide behind. They got as close as they could, without being noticed, and just watched Ghost. They had gotten there at just about the same time as he had.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 125

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After they’d snooped around the murder house, Steve drove down the main street of town. Zach’s car was parked in front of the Yew. “There’s where they are,” he said, but they didn’t stop. At home they ate supper and just relaxed, while watching a movie. It had been a long and crazy day.

~

At the club, Zach, Terry, R. J. and Calvin, practiced their songs, while Trevor was their main audience. A few of the regular weekday crowd were in, for games and beer, as the club kids never came, until the weekend or on special occasions.

When the band took a short break, Kinsey caught Zach’s eye, motioning him over.

“Hey, Kinsey, what’s up?” Zach asked, as he grabbed a cold beer at the bar.

“First, I want y’all here by seven, tomorrow night,” Kinsey said. “It’s gonna get crowded fast, and I want y’all ready for the show, on time, at nine.”

Zach nodded, “Sure thing, we’ll be ready.”

“Another thing,” Kinsey said, “I heard from Ghost and Steve, today. They mentioned something about a séance y’all are having out at your place? What’s going on?”

“Oh, yeah,” Zach grinned, “Ghost said he’d try and clear out the house. We’ve been having some weird shit going on, lately. We just thought it might help.” He took a long drink of his beer.

“Zach, that’s not a good idea…messing around with that. I don’t know what all has been happening out there, but leave it alone. You don’t need to be involving Ghost and Steve,” Kinsey said. He shook his head, sighing. “They aren’t miracle workers, ya know.”

“Oh, Kinsey, chill out, man. It’s kinda all for fun, anyway, but maybe the weirdness will stop,” Zach laughed.

Kinsey narrowed his eyes, and clenched his jaw, hearing this. “Listen, Zach…don’t be telling me to ‘chill out’. I don’t go for rudeness. Maybe that’s ‘cool’ where you’re from, but not here, not to me, and not in my club…got it?”

Kinsey had a soft spot for all kinds of kids, but he wouldn’t put up with any guff from any of them. Most learned quickly, how far they could take it. Zach just needed a little more ‘learning’.

“Sorry, Kinsey,” Zach said, “I didn’t mean anything bad, just forgot my manners for a second. Forgive me?” he looked at Kinsey, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah, sure, Zach…but really, think about what I said. It’s dangerous business, and I just want y’all to be safe, ok?”

Yeah, I’ll talk it over with Trev. It was his idea, anyway. It’s his house, his family…”

“What kind of things are going on out there, that you’d need a ghost buster?”

Zach sighed, shaking his head, “Just crazy stuff, like the lights going on and off, the water either not working, or turning muddy…oh, and Trev’s drawings getting shredded. It’s been going on for awhile. We tried to do something one time, ya know, to find out what was making it do that. We both nearly died…or at least the house made us think so.”

“Ok, that’s enough,” Kinsey said. “I want y’all out of there, now. You can stay here. Get rid of that place, bulldoze it, just leave it alone.”

“I’m gonna try to persuade Trevor, but I brought it up before, and he wouldn’t hear of it. And, guess wherever he is, I’m there, too. If I can protect him, I will.”

“I’ll talk to him, too,” Kinsey said.

“Well, let me try first, okay?” He looked over to the stage. “Oh, they’re calling me back up there…gotta go. Thanks for the beer.”

Kinsey was worried, but what else could he do? He figured they were grown-ups, and they could do whatever they wanted. He shrugged, and went back to work. Every one of these guys are like my own kids, no matter how old they are. I just hope the things they get into won’t hurt them. He could hear the band start up again. He thought they sounded good, and he knew the kids liked them, but it wasn’t his type of music to listen to, if he had the choice. It was kind of hard on his ears. He preferred Lost Souls? type of music, more laid back, and he could understand the words. Oh well, whatever brings in the customers…

After awhile, the guys called it a night, and began packing up to leave. Terry came over to get a cold beer, and to talk. “How’d it sound?” he asked Kinsey.

Kinsey shrugged, “Sounded good, I guess. I still don’t get it, though.”

“Man, ya gotta go with the flow…the kids dig it…it’s the latest thing out there,” Terry laughed.

“I know, and even if I don’t get it, it sounded good…and loud. It’s gonna be a madhouse here tomorrow, ya know.”

“Yeah, I hope so, and I can’t wait,” Terry said.

Then, Kinsey brought up the subject of the séance. “Did ya hear the latest?”

“The latest what?”

“That séance the guys are planning out at Trevor’s house.”

Terry frowned, “What?”

“Yeah, seems they asked Ghost to do a séance, and chase away bad spirits, or something like that,” Kinsey said.

“When are they planning on doing it?”

“In a couple of days, or nights…or I don’t know. Zach said it was just for fun, but Trevor was serious about it…said some weird things were going on out there.” Kinsey got them both another beer. “And, you know Ghost, he’s all about helping out. I get the feeling they’re all a bit scared, but are doing it, anyway.”

“Damn, that could get a little crazy out there,” Terry said. He thought about it a minute. “Hmm…wonder if they need a couple more participants?” he pointed to himself and to Kinsey, smiling.

“Huh?” Kinsey frowned. “What…you want to go out there…you want us to go out there?” He was shaking his head.

“Wait, wait…sounds farfetched and all…and we’re both skeptics, but at least we could be there to keep things in line…rein ’em in if we need to…or even put a stop to it, if it gets too hairy, ya know?” Terry said. “Besides, aren’t you curious to actually see what, if anything, happens?”

“Terry, you’re talking crazy, now. I know we don’t believe that crap…except for Ghost, but it still spooks me to think of going in that house. If anything’s true, it’s that house had bad stuff stuck in there. No way you’re getting me to go along out there. Uh-uh…”

Terry smiled, “Okay, but I’m gonna do it…watch me. And, I’ll bet you ten dollars you’re gonna change your mind, Kinsey.” He laughed, slapping Kinsey on the back. “I gotta go pack up…but, you’ll see, you’ll go out there, too.”

Kinsey started turning out the lights and locking up the club. Everyone had left by now. Upstairs in his apartment, Kinsey tried to forget the talk he and Terry had had. He agreed on one thing Terry had pointed out. If things did go bad, at least there’d be two rational people there to set things straight. The more he thought about it, maybe he should go. Damn, Terry was right…I have changed my mind.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 104

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Ghost woke first, mid-morning. The wind was howling outside. His blankets were nice and warm, from body heat, but the room was cold. He took a blanket, wrapped around his head and shoulders, and went to make coffee. Then, he went to wake Steve.

“Hey, move over,” he said, as he got into Steve’s bed.

“What’s the matter?” Steve mumbled.

“It’s snowing, and it’s cold. I made coffee.”

“It’s snowing?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, go look outside,” Ghost said, wrapping himself around Steve’s warm body, shivering.

“Maybe in a minute, I can’t move ’cause you’re all over me,” Steve said.

“That’s ’cause I’m so cold.”

They snuggled a few minutes, until the warm, rich, coffee smell brought them to the kitchen. After pouring each of them a mug, Steve looked out the window. “Yep, it’s snowing…seems early though, it’s not even Halloween, yet.”

Ghost took his coffee out to the living-room, then opened the front door. A blast of cold wind and snow blew through the screen.

“Shut the door,” Steve hollered.

“Okay, guess I can’t go sit on the swing, then.”

“Good observation, there, Ghost,” Steve teased. “Guess I can’t get into town either. I was supposed to go to work, again.” Steve picked up his phone to call Terry. “Hey, Terry, we’re snowed in out here,” Steve said, when Terry answered. “I’m not gonna get over there today. What?” he listened. “Yeah, we’ll be fine…call and let us know.” He hung up. “Terry said don’t come in ’cause the whole town is without power. He’s not opening, anyway,” he told Ghost.

“Do we have power?” Ghost asked.

Steve looked at him funny. “What do you think, Ghost? For real…do you think we have power, or not? Just…I don’t know…look around…what do you think?”

Ghost looked around the room. “Hmm, guess we do, ’cause I made the coffee.”

“No, guess again,” Steve said.

“Well, the lights are working,” Ghost said, as he flipped the switch.

“Yes, that’s it. The lights are on…and anyway, the coffee pot isn’t electric. It’s made on the stove, and the stove runs on propane, way out here.”

Ghost sneered, “I know that, that’s not what I meant. I meant why do we have power, and they don’t?”

“Oh,” Steve said, thinking a minute. “That, I don’t know. Just a fluke, I guess.”

“Well, shouldn’t we tell somebody?” asked Ghost.

“Tell them what…that…gee, we have power out here, maybe you should come turn it off, like everybody else?” Steve snorted.

“No, Steve…just ask why.”

“You’re killing me, Ghost, with all your whys, what ifs, and how comes. Just be happy we have it,” Steve said, now tired of the conversation, already. He went to the kitchen to find something to eat. “Guess we’ll just have to have cereal today, unless you plan on cooking?”

“Maybe later, Steve. I’ll make potato soup.”

“That sounds perfect, can’t wait,” Steve said.

They busied themselves for awhile, Ghost working on his pictures, and writing copy for the book. Steve played his guitar, and tried to make a plan for making a CD of their songs.

“What do you think we should use for the cover picture, Ghost?”

“Well, we could use one of these here pictures, I guess. They look pretty cool. Maybe this one?” Ghost handed one over to Steve.

“Yeah, both of us are in it, but so are these ‘spirit’ people,” he said.

“I know, that’s what’s good about it. See, our name is ‘Lost Souls?’, so these spirits are some lost souls…get it?”

“Oh, yeah, now I get it. We look pretty good here, too.”

“Okay, this is the one, but is it going to be in color, or should I just color them like last time? And, how many can we make?” Ghost asked.

“Well, we made a lot, last time…I think it was 100. So, maybe more than that. I need to talk to some people about all of this; people who do this kind of stuff, ’cause I don’t really know. The tape we did by ourselves. This time it should be more professional,” Steve said. “I liked the songs we picked. We need to record them in a studio…maybe Terry’s, again?”

“Yeah, Steve, that was real fun, and we sounded good.”

“Yeah, but we need to practice a lot more, first,” Steve said. “How’s the book layout coming along?”

“Good, and I’m still writing stuff. The pictures fit good, too. There’s something I wanted to ask, though. I want it to be a book, but I want just my own writing on the pages…you know, not typed. Can they do that?”

“Well, I think so; we’ll ask the printer, but if that’s what you want, we’ll do it somehow,” Steve said.

They continued working awhile. Ghost decided to start cooking, and went into the kitchen. He got the potatoes boiling, and had just started back to the living-room, when the lights went out.

“Steeeve, the lights went out,” he whined.

“Yeah, I can see they did, Ghost.” He sat up from the couch, where he’d been stretched out.

It wasn’t night yet, so they could still see, but it was darker because of the snowy, gray day.  “Better find some candles, and the flashlight,” Steve said.

“Yeah, at least we have the stove and the heater,” Ghost said.

“Your grandmother had the right idea. The heater runs on propane, too. At least we won’t freeze.”

“But, it’s still cold in here,” Ghost said.

“Well, get another blanket, then. We’ll be fine.”

Ghost went to find candles, and to check on his soup.

~

Kinsey wasn’t having an easy time of it back at the Yew. The whole town was blacked out, and as evening came, his club and apartment above, grew cold without heat. And, he was losing money, because he couldn’t open. Terry had made his way over earlier, to discuss the situation.

“How long do you figure this’ll last, Kinsey?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but the last weather update was saying it was a freak blizzard, and might last all week. Even the electric company can’t get out to repair the lines, yet. Guess we’ll have to make the best of it,” Kinsey said.

Yeah, look at it out there…probably three feet already, and still coming down,” Terry said. He looked over at Kinsey. “What now?” he asked, seeing the worried look on Kinsey’s face.

“It’s Steve and Ghost. You know how it is, Terry…I always worry about them. They drive me crazy, but…you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I did talk to Steve, earlier. He said they’re fine, and not to worry. I’m sure they’ll be ok. We’ve all been through snowstorms before, and besides, Miz Deliverances’s old house was made for stuff like this. And, all that work we did on the house, back in the summer, remember, the new roof, and some insulation should help. Aren’t they on propane out there, too?” Terry said.

“Oh, yeah, I think they are.  They’re probably better off than we are, here in town. We have that little generator, but it may not last long. If it goes out, we have no other heat, and the pipes could freeze in here,” Kinsey said.

They kept looking out at the wind-driven snow, making drifts higher.

“Do you think they have enough food?” Kinsey asked.

“That, I don’t know, but for a day or two, yeah, they’ll be fine,” Terry said. “What about those other two, Zach and Trevor? Ya worried about them, too?”

“Yeah,” Kinsey said, “especially out there in that creepy house. I don’t even know if they ever had any lights turned on, or water. Well, they’re closer to town. Guess they could walk in, if they have to. I don’t think their car could make it until the streets are plowed, though,” Kinsey shrugged. “Well, if they do show up here, I’ll let ’em in, but this isn’t any better…it’s cold in here, too. I’m going to find some candles…you can hang out here if you want to. Maybe we can get in a game of pool, before it gets too dark.”

“Sure, I’ll go rack them up,” Terry said, happy to have something to do.

~

Zach and Trevor weren’t worried at all. They were having fun. Zach had never seen this much snow before, being from Louisiana, so he was out in it, doing things he’d only heard about.

“Hey, Trev, look…I’m making a snow angel…hey, look, I’m making a snowman!”

Trevor joined him for a while. “You never did any of this when you were a kid?

“No, never. New Orleans doesn’t get snow, well…maybe a couple of flakes, every ten years or so. Hey let’s have a snowball fight,” Zach said, as he started balling up snow.

After having fun, Trevor announced he was going in. “I’m freezing, Zach. You’re gonna get frost bite. Let’s go in.”

“Yeah, ok, guess I’m not really dressed for this weather, anyway,” Zach said. He’d never had a need for a coat, so he’d put on one of Trevor’s.

“I’m making some cocoa, can you drink that?” Trevor asked.

“No, but go ahead, if you want some,” Zach said. “Cocoa has caffeine in it too. Maybe I’ll just have hot milk. I like it fine.”

Trevor went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks. He still didn’t know how or why they had running water and electricity. They’d never had them turned on. He didn’t want to think on it too hard, though. The old house gave it to them, maybe it would take it away, if they questioned it.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 235

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Linda and Lisa were concerned, but weren’t sure what was wrong. Steve hadn’t told Linda everything about Ghost’s trouble, when he lived here with Maxey. He’d just told her that he had been here in L. A. and sang in a band with a real psycho. He didn’t elaborate at the time.

Ghost was now directing Bill to turn down another street. “There’s the coffee shop, Steve…the very one. He pointed to it. Then, a little further along, they drove by a small house, and Ghost was beginning to hyperventilate.

“That’s where I lived…that’s where…oh, God, Steve…” He couldn’t look away, even as tears were falling.

“Ghost, it’s in the past, he won’t hurt you again.” Steve tried to reassure him. “Bill, get us out of here,” he said.

They drove out of the neighborhood, and back to the business section of the area. Bill pulled into the steak house’s parking lot. “What is going on? Are we still going in, or what?” he asked.

Linda could see how upset Ghost was. “Are you ok…what’s the deal with that house?”

“That’s the house I escaped from,” Ghost said. “He hurt me real bad in there, and I was drugged and couldn’t get away for a long time. Then he almost killed me, and I barely got out, and…and…” he couldn’t go on talking about it.

Steve was holding Ghost close, even as he was getting angrier. Then it dawned on him. Ghost had been here needing help, and was so, so close to where Linda lived, the whole time. If they’d only known.

Ghost seemed to have calmed down, now that he’d gotten his story partly told. “I’m ok, Steve. It was just seeing this again, ya know…all that I remember, but like you said, it’s past ago…a long time.” He sighed, and sat up. “It’s ok…we can go in, I think. I think I been in here before, too. The food is good, and I’m hungry. He wiped his face, trying to smile.

“Well, ok, if you’re sure. I mean we can go to another place, no problem,” Bill said.

No, it’s ok,” Ghost said. They all got out and went inside the restaurant.

It was a nice place…a bit more fancy than a fast food place, but not terribly expensive. They were seated in a large corner booth. Linda reminded Stevie and Mandy to be on their best behavior. They said they understood, but she wasn’t sure how long that would last, so she hoped this wouldn’t take too long.

The waiter took their orders, and when he went to turn it into the kitchen, he commented to his fellow co-workers. “That’s him…I know it…take a look out there,” he said. “Oh, hey…I forgot, I have a picture on my phone, still. I took it at that concert I went to…the best one I ever saw.” He pulled up the pictures. “Yep, look…that’s him, the singer…and I heard he just disappeared after that…never heard from again,” the waiter told the others.

The co-workers agreed it was the same person in the picture, as was here in the restaurant. “You know, Maxey was looking for him for so long. I talked to him a few times in the coffee shop…got his number right here, too. Should I try and call him? I mean, I don’t know him, really, but I heard he got into some serious trouble back east.” He looked around at the other waiters. “Hell, I’m calling. It may not even be his number anymore, anyway.” He dialed, hearing it ring several times. He was about to hang up, when someone came on the line.

“Hello, who is this?” the person asked.

“Um, we met a few times at the coffee shop…is this Maxey? The guy that plays there sometimes?”

“Yeah, what’d’ya want?”

“Well, that blond singer you had back then…the one that disappeared…he’s sitting right here in the restaurant…the steak house, right down from the coffee shop,” the waiter said.

“What? For real?”

“Yeah, him and some other people. They just ordered…guess they’ll be here awhile.”

“Oh, my God…is there a dark haired guy with him…kinda curly hair?”

“Let me see,” the waiter said, going over to peek out the service door. “Yeah, he’s there, and looks like a family with a couple of little kids.”

“Ok, ok…shit…that’s his asshole boyfriend. Hey, try to keep them there as long as you can. I’m coming over there, ok?”

“Ok, sure, but we can’t have any trouble in the restaurant, understand? I just wanted to let you know.”

“Yeah, I know…I just want to see for myself…and thanks, Dude.” He hung up.

Raising his eyebrows, the waiter said. “Well, he’s coming over here. Try to keep that singer here as long as you can, ok?” They agreed to try.

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At the table, everyone had their drinks, and were talking and waiting for the steaks to be brought out. Ghost wasn’t saying much, and even the kids couldn’t get him to smile.

“Steve, he’s coming. I can tell…and it won’t be long,” Ghost said. “I want outta here.” He started getting up from his chair, but Steve grabbed his hand, pulling him back down.

“Settle down, it’ll be ok,” Steve said. “If he shows up, we’ll deal with it, and I’ll call the cops, ’cause he’s wanted in two states.”

Just then, the food was served, and the others started eating. Ghost couldn’t even look at his steak, he was so agitated, wildly scanning around the room, and jumping, every time the door opened. The others hadn’t noticed anything going on, yet, as they were helping the kids with their food, and continuing their conversation.

Then, Ghost gasped, staring at the person who’d just walked in…Maxey.

Maxey stood there, looking over the room, taking only seconds before he locked eyes with Ghost. Ghost heard his thoughts as clear as if he’d spoken aloud… “Hah, there you are, you little bastard, let’s see ya get away this time. There’s no Hicksville sheriff gonna come to your rescue here.” He strode over to the table.

“Let’s go, we got business to do,” he said, scowling at Ghost.

“Fuck you, man,” Steve said, standing up. “Ghost isn’t going anywhere with you.”

Ghost stood up, too. “Leave me alone, Maxey. We ain’t got business with you, anymore.”

“Get outta my face, punk,” Maxey said to Steve, then grabbing Ghost’s wrist, he jerked him toward him.

Steve drew back, punching Maxey square in the face, breaking his nose, knocking Maxey out cold. “I hope I killed you, you son-of-a-bitch,” he yelled, trying to hit him again.

Ghost knew he had to restrain Steve, or he would kill Maxey. He grabbed his arm. “That’s enough, Steve.”

Steve knew it was, but wanted to keep on. As it was, the restaurant was in chaos. Maxey had fallen into another diner’s table, crashing everything to the floor. Blood was pouring over his face, and people were screaming. Bill joined Ghost in trying to talk Steve down from his anger.

Linda and Lisa scrambled to get the kids away, and they all ran into the restroom. They were crying, scared of what they’d already seen. “It’ll be ok, kids,” Linda said, trying to ease their fears.

“But, Steve hit that man. Is he dead?” Stevie asked.

“No, he’s not dead…just knocked out. He has a broken nose, but he’ll be ok…don’t worry.”

Lisa was holding Mandy, who was hiding her face in Lisa’s shoulder. They stayed in there for a little while, waiting for some kind of order out in the main room. “What was that all about?” Lisa asked.

“I’m not sure,” Linda said. “I think that guy wanted Ghost to come with him, and Steve got mad. I’m definitely going to find out, though.”

~

Out in the restaurant, people were either leaving, or standing in shock, waiting to see what would happen next. The manager had called the police, and the sirens from them, and the ambulance could be heard, as they approached. Maxey was now coming around. When the policemen entered, Steve was hollering.

“Take him in…he’s a fugitive…arrest him…” Finally, the cops were able to understand, and called in for a record check and outstanding warrants on Maxey. They knew then, that they’d captured a criminal, and they handcuffed him. The EMT’s did some minor first aid, then loaded Maxey into the ambulance. The cop went along, too, as he was ordered to not let Maxey out of his sight.

Steve would not be charged with assault, right now…only if Maxey pressed charges. As they left, Ghost collapsed in the chair, and put his head down on his arms, on the table. He sobbed, feeling that it was finally over. Steve knelt down and talked to Ghost in a low voice. Ghost nodded, saying he understood.

Bill said, “Mister, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do…both of you. Now, I’m getting the girls, and the kids, and we’re going home. Straighten yourselves up before I get back. The kids are already scared enough.” He went over to the restrooms, to let them know it was over.

Ghost raised up his head, and looked across the way…right into the face of the waiter. He knew he’d been the one that had called Maxey. If looks could kill, the waiter would be dead from the evil eye Ghost gave him.

“Let it go, man…nothing good will come of putting a curse on that asshole,” Steve said.

Ghost nodded, and looked away, but the waiter could feel the waves of negative energy Ghost had sent his way. He scuttled back into the kitchen.

The manager was making ‘who’s gonna pay for all the damages noises,’ and Steve threw some money on the table…more than enough to cover it all. He saw Bill, Lisa, Linda, and the kids come out, so he helped Ghost up, meeting them at the door. They all left. The kids had been told not to ask questions, just yet, and so, the short ride home was deathly quiet.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 198

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Ghost reached for his jacket, then handed Steve the phone. He called in their take-out order from the diner, then noticed that Zach had called, a little earlier.

“Did you talk to Zach, yet?” Steve asked. “Looks like he called.” He handed the phone to Ghost, who frowned at it.

“Oh, yeah…I gotta talk to him…but private. I’m going out there,” Ghost said, as he went out into the club area.

“It’s a madhouse around here sometimes, Linda, as you can see,” Steve said.

“Yes, and I’m loving every minute of it,” Linda said. “I’ll get a few things from upstairs, then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Ok…hey, Kinsey, we’re fixin’ to leave. Guess we’ll catch up with ya tomorrow,” Steve said.

“Oh, sure, Steve. You feeling ok, now? Sorry, for hitting ya,” Kinsey said.

“I’m fine, Kinsey, it’s no big deal,” Steve said, then went out to find Ghost.

He saw him still talking on the phone, so just motioned to come out to the car, when he was finished. Linda came downstairs, and she and Steve walked out the back door.

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Ghost finally got Zach back on the phone. “Hey, Zach, it’s me. I gotta know something.”

“Hi, Ghost…what’s up?”

“Um, you know that thing we got, that’s a secret from Steve?”

“Yep, it’s still a secret, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but when is it gonna not be anymore…like I don’t know when…’cause I don’t, and you need to tell me, so I can get things ready,” Ghost said.

Zach took a second to figure out what Ghost was asking. “Oh, you need to know when the car will be delivered, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Ok, it’s going to be tomorrow afternoon, at least that’s what they said.” He was still not sure how to talk to Ghost, when things of time and numbers came up…how to get him to understand. “You know what tomorrow afternoon is, don’t you, Ghost?” Zach asked.

“Kinda, but…but, when is that?” Ghost sounded like he had no idea.

Zach sighed. “Ok, tonight is when it gets dark, and you go to sleep. Tomorrow is when it gets light and you wake up. Then you eat breakfast, then you eat lunch, then afternoon is then…between lunch and supper. So the car should be delivered before supper tomorrow.”

“Oh, ok…I think I got it,” Ghost said. “So we have to be home all day?”

“Yeah, pretty much, ’cause you gotta sign the papers that say you got the car,when they bring it,” Zach explained.

“Ok, cool…I’ll plan something for when Steve sees it,” Ghost said. “Thanks, Zach.”

“Good luck…I’m sure Steve will love his surprise,” Zach said.

Ghost smiled, thinking about the Christmas surprise for Steve, then went down the hall. “Bye, Kinsey, see ya later.”

“Bye, Ghost…” Kinsey said.

As Ghost walked outside, he saw that it was beginning to snow. He tried to catch snowflakes in his mouth. Steve and Linda watched him, as they sat in the car.

“Steve, you amaze me,” Linda said. “Just from the last couple of days, I can say I am proud of you, and proud to be your sister.” She hugged him close.

“Thanks, Sis, but I don’t do anything special. I just try to make it through each day as best I can,” Steve said. “Just like everybody else.”

“No, not everybody. Not everybody has the thing inside them that makes them overcome trouble in their lives…to keep on, in the face of hard knocks…to face their worst fears, and to have patience and love enough inside them to keep on, Steve.” She smiled, and looked out at Ghost, again.

“Look at Ghost…he has it, too. In spite of everything, both of you keep on, never giving up, no matter what. That’s what I see. I see that you two belong together,” Linda said. “You both hold the other up, when it gets tough. It’s inspiring, Steve.” She shrugged, and said, “And, sorry if I’m getting all sappy about it, but I just love you…and now, I love Ghost, too.”

Steve sighed. “Thank you, Linda. It does get hard, sometimes.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “For awhile, when I didn’t have Ghost, when he left me…I really thought I’d die. I was dead inside already…and he saved me by coming back to me…forgiving me…” Steve caught his breath. “And, I’ll never take that for granted, again…never.” He looked out the car window, at Ghost.  “Linda…I got him a ring…for Christmas. I know we can probably never really be married…not officially, but I feel we are, already.”

“Oh, Steve,” Linda said. “I can see that, too…and a ring…well, that’s going to mean so much to him.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, smiling. “I had it engraved on the inside. It says ‘forever more’, ’cause that’s us…and our names, too. That word has been one of Ghost’s favorite things to describe us, even since the first,” Steve said.

“So it’s a surprise?” Linda asked.

“Yeah, I’m giving it to him tomorrow. We already planned to do our gifts on Christmas Eve,” Steve said. “I don’t have any idea what he’s got for me, but even if it was nothing, it would be everything…just him.”

“Aww, Steve, you’re going to have me crying any second,” Linda said, wiping away a tear.

“I wish I’d have known you were coming here sooner. I’d have gotten you something,” Steve said.

Linda shook her head. “No, I have everything I need, right here, Steve…being here with you.” She took his hand and kissed it.

Just then, Ghost ran over and jumped in the back seat. “Hey, y’all, it’s freaking cold out there. Can we go, huh? And, I’m hungry, and Steeeve, you promised we’d get a tree today, and we haven’t yet. Today is the day, isn’t it, or is it tomorrow? I’m learning day words, I think. Zach was explaining it to me on the phone, ’cause I needed to know when is tomorrow, ’cause…well just ’cause…so let’s get one, ok? And I got all those things to put on it. Linda can help now, too.” He stopped to take a breath. “Did ya hear me?” Ghost asked, looking at Steve and Linda.

They started laughing. “Yes, we heard you, loud and clear, Ghost,” Steve said.

“I say we go get our food, and a tree, and go to y’all’s  house, right now,” Linda said.

“Ok, then…the mission is…get food, and find a tree, and go home,” Steve said, as he backed the car out, and headed for the diner.

On the way, they passed by the little grocery store. “Hey, look…” Steve said, slowing down. “They have some trees for sale. You want to get one of these, Ghost?”

“Yes, yes, yes…stop,” Ghost said, and as soon as Steve parked the car, he jumped out. There were only a few trees left…none of them perfect, but Ghost hugged them all, and he did find the one he wanted. He told the other trees, he was sorry, but he could only take one of them home.

“This here tree is it,” he told Steve.

“Ok, then,” Steve said, and went inside to pay for it. Then finding a length of rope in the trunk of the car, he and Ghost tied it to the roof. Then they went on down to the diner. Linda and Steve went in to get their food order.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Steve asked the waitress.

“Steve, hi…well, I’m about finished with my shift. Everything’s been good. Are you and Ghost ready for Christmas?” she asked.

“Yeah, we just got our tree. Ghost is out in the car. Oh, this is my sister, Linda. She’s here to visit, all the way from California.”

“Hope you enjoy our little town, Linda,” the waitress said. “You’re welcome in here, anytime.”

With their food ready to go, Steve and Linda went back to the car. The waitress asked the manager, “I didn’t know Steve had a sister, did you?”

“I think I heard of one that ran away, years ago. Guess she’d be the one,” he said.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 76

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

76th installment

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Steve wrote the time and date in the notebook, then the names and dates engraved there on the gravestones, and what years were listed. Then looking around, he wondered where Ghost had gone. Letting his eyes become adjusted to the shady cemetery, he could just barely make out Ghost, over on the far side. He watched a few minutes, fascinated by how Ghost went about talking to the spirits. Ghost would go up to a headstone, and run his hands over it. Making the sign of the cross on himself, he’d close his eyes and just listen. At least he guessed Ghost was listening…he could see Ghost’s lips saying something…talking to the long dead ghosts, maybe.

He’d do this at each grave marker he came to. He was sure Ghost would tell him what he heard, so he quietly walked over to Ghost, taking the camera from him. “This needs to be recorded, too,” Steve thought…the invisible bond between the living and the dead, seemed like a sacred moment. Only Ghost could look so peaceful in among the relics of another age.

Not for the first time, Steve had the feeling that Ghost was not real, not really of this world, but of some strange and beautiful neverland far away, and was just waiting for the day he could go back to his real home…maybe in the blue sky that matched his eyes. Steve was getting misty eyed, himself, at this…and way too philosophical, he realized. Shaking his head, he went back to the car and opened a soda. He got out his guitar and began strumming a tune to cheer himself up.

Ghost came back from his sojourn with the spooks, joining Steve in a song or two. It was truly relaxing being out here, just the two of them, in the hushed graveyard.

“I think I got some good pictures,” Ghost said, as he grabbed a soda and took a long drink. “And, I’m not scared of this place. I guess I feel more right, now…like me again.”

“That’s great, Ghost. I’m glad you’re you again,” Steve said, and smiled.

Sometimes their conversations were pretty weird…no one else would get it.

“You want to go check out the next town, or just go some other direction from here?” Steve asked.

“I wish we could just skip over to a completely different place. This is ok, but it’s kinda the same things we been seeing around here…trees and mountains,” Ghost said. “I mean, driving is fun for awhile, but it takes so long, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know, especially when you sleep through most of it like ‘you’ do,” Steve teased.

“Hummph,” Ghost snorted. “I can’t help it if riding around puts me to sleep. You know it does.”

“Well, you want to go get on a plane and fly somewhere? We could totally do that now…leave the car here, and rent one somewhere else…then pick up this one on our way back,” Steve suggested.

Ghost was already shaking his head, no.

“Why not?”

“Just ’cause.”

“People do it every day…nothing to it,” Steve kept on.

“Yeah, but I think I have a bad feeling about it,” Ghost said. “You know how I get these premonitions, don’t ‘cha, Steve…well, I’m getting one now, and it says not to.”

Steve shook his head, “Ok, fine, we’ll just take the long scenic drive, then.”

“Good,” Ghost agreed. “Hey, aren’t there supposed to be some creepy caves here, or is that somewhere else?”

“Let me get the map. I’ve heard of some, somewhere,” Steve said, rummaging through the car. “Yeah, here’s some…over in Kentucky…Mammoth Cave…that’s the one I heard about. But, man…it’d take us probably a day or so to get there.”

“Ok, let’s go, then. We’re just driving around, anyway…might as well go toward something, huh?” Ghost said. He slid off the hood of the car, and opened the door.

“Right now?” Steve looked confused.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Ok, then,” Steve said, taking a marker and plotting their route on the map. “I think we should try for Nashville, and stay there for awhile, get a motel, get some real rest, and then head on up to that cave.”

“Yeah, let’s go, Steve,” Ghost said, hopping in the back seat.

Steve drove down the road, and five minutes later he noticed Ghost was out like a light…sound asleep.  “Thanks for keeping me company, Ghost…on our long drive.” He continued driving, stopping twice to get gas and more snack food. Ghost slept through both stops…and on through the first part of the night.

Steve finally saw the lights of Nashville, ahead, and he’d had enough driving. The first motel he saw, he pulled in. His hands were vibrating from clutching the steering wheel so long. He was exhausted, and could hardly keep his eyes open. Ghost was coming awake, squinching his eyes up at the bright, neon sign.

“I’m gonna get us a room…stay here,” Steve told Ghost.

~

When he got back with the key, he pulled around in the parking lot by their room. They grabbed a few things from the back of the car, and went inside. It wasn’t fancy, but the bed looked inviting, and the shower even more so. There was even a tv in the room, and a small, automatic coffee pot for their use.

“Go ahead, you first,” Ghost said to Steve, about the shower. He was sprawled out on the bed flipping channels on the tv. So, Steve took his time getting cleaned up, the hot water soothing his tense muscles.

“Your turn…maybe there’s some hot water left,” Steve said, when he came out. He fluffed a couple of pillows, then lay on the bed. He watched tv, as Ghost showered and sang. When Ghost was done, Steve had gone to sleep, but now Ghost was wide awake.

He prowled around the room, ate some snacks, watched more tv, wrote in his journal…then he was bored. He tried to feel if anything weird was left behind in the room…any leftover essenses of other travelers, but nothing specific came to him. He opened the door, looking out at the quiet parking lot, the only sound coming from distant cars going by on the highway.

He made a pot of the free coffee, drank it all, and still was not sleepy. “Bored, bored, bored,” he sang to himself, making up words, as he went along. This gave him the giggles…how absurd this was…strange town, strange motel, and bored to death. He thought that was a cool word – absurd – so he wrote it in his notebook…a few times…more than a few times, trying out different writing styles and colors of marker, making a design of it on the page. 

“Can’t let my drawing talent get rusty,” he thought, and that got him laughing, even more…and trying to be quiet was hard, the more he tried, the more it made him crack up.

“Shut up over there! Ya done woke me up,” Steve shouted.

“Shit, now what can I do?” Ghost asked himself. He picked through Steve’s bag, finding a couple of paperbacks. Thinking he’d read awhile, he flipped through them both, but the books looked dull and…boring. By then it was beginning to get light outside, as the morning sun rose in the sky.

Steve was still asleep, so Ghost went out to the car and sat on the hood. He’d greet the sunrise. There were so many tall buildings, though, it took awhile to actually see the sun come up above them. Meanwhile, other people were waking up and preparing to leave, carrying suitcases and such to their cars. Ghost kept sitting there, watching the passing parade of people. They all glanced at Ghost, sitting on the car, and some said hello. Ghost said ‘hey’ back to them.

More than a few wondered why the long-haired, hippie boy was sitting on a car. He didn’t look like he belonged in this country music capital, at all. They figured he was just passing through, same as they were. 

Ghost went and peeked in the door to their room. Steve was still asleep. Sighing, he went back to the car, and looked inside. It was pretty messy, so he gathered up the trash they’d thrown on the floorboards…empty soda and beer cans, fast food wrappers, and threw them in a nearby trash can. He emptied the cooler of melted ice water, and gathered up some dirty clothes into a pile. It looked better, and he felt like he’d done something useful. Then, he sat on the car again, wrote in his notebook, and waited for Steve to wake up.

A sudden motion caught his eye, over on the sidewalk. It was a stray cat. The cat looked back at him, which made him smile.

“Hey, Kitty, what’cha doing?” he asked.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 62

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

62nd installment

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As they drove down a dirt path that led to the campsite, they saw other people camping out in their tents and RVs. There were lots of woodsy areas and a small lake. It looked like just the place for them, as they planned on staying a few days before continuing on their trip.

Finding a good spot to stop, Steve asked, “So, ok, Ghost…do ya remember how to put up this old tent?”

“Hmmph,” Ghost snorted, “I remember I saw that spider and you laughed at me. I never did put up that tent. You can just do it this time, and get a spider on you.”

“No, it’s your job, Ghost,” Steve laughed as he teased him. Ghost gave him the finger, and Steve cracked up.

“Ok, fine, we’ll do it together then,” he said, as he got out of the car and rolled out the tent.

Ghost had moved back a ways, not helping. “I’m gonna just get the other stuff out of the car,” he said, as he walked away.

He took his time rummaging around in the overstuffed trunk and back seat. Steve had finished putting up the tent by the time Ghost returned.

“You did a good job, Steve,” he smiled his lopsided grin.

“Yeah, thanks for helping, you slacker.” Steve grumbled, all hot and sweaty.

They pulled out the cooler of beer and sandwich fixings, and rested awhile. The other campers were lighting campfires and some kids were throwing a frisbee around. Steve had noticed some of the people had been watching him and Ghost. Of course they’d done some looking over at them, too, but nobody said you had to get acquainted with strangers in a campground.

Ghost, of course, never seemed to mind meeting new people. He could read people’s thoughts anytime he wanted, but reading subtle signs of friendship or disdain, was not as easy for him. He always thought people were nice, unless they came right out and said mean things, or hurt him.

It always puzzled him when things didn’t add up, people’s actions and thoughts sometimes were two different things. Steve supposed it might have something to do with numbers, in a round about way.

So, Ghost went walking around, down to the water, just looking at the stars, and moon, and saying hi to people along the way. For the most part he fit right in for once. These other campers were more of the commune, hippie class of people, he’d say…wanderers, modern day gypsies, or something.

Steve sat at their campsite and just watched what was happening, and how Ghost interacted. Some of the kids got him to throw the frisbee with them for awhile. Their parents, of course came over to check out the situation. Steve tensed up, just in case something happened, but everyone seemed friendly enough.

The weird thing was, was that Steve himself felt like the odd one out. He was still in his usual mode of dress, not decked out in his club clothes, but just in jeans and black t-shirt with a band logo. To these people, though, that made him strange, he guessed. And, he didn’t know how they’d feel or act if they knew he and Ghost were a couple.

Ghost returned then, and he chattered on about the people he’d met. “I told them we were gonna try to play at one of the clubs tomorrow night. Maybe they’ll come see us.”

“Did you say anything about us?”

No, why? Guess they can see we’re together, don’cha think?”

“I don’t know, but you have to be careful about stuff like that…some people may seem nice, but may not like the way we live, ya know.” Steve looked intensly at Ghost, hoping to make him understand.

“Uh-huh, I know, Steve, I’m not stupid. I know some people don’t like guys being together…or even just me. They can tell, Steve. They always know. I don’t have to tell them…and they either be ok, or hate me. That’s the way it’s always been.” Ghost spoke softly, and looked down through the long strands of hair that fell in his face. 

“You should know how it is by now, Steve, and I can’t hide all my life from something bad that might happen.” He sighed, and bit his lower lip.

Steve pushed Ghost’s hair away from his face, and raised his head to look him in his eyes. “I know, Ghost. I know…guess I’m just feeling different out here. We’re a long way from home, and I want to be able to take care of you. So, I’m always watching how people react…ya know?”

Ghost nodded. They sat awhile in silence. Then Ghost asked, “Steve, do you feel bad about being with me?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Ghost?”

“You know…you know…shit, Steve…I’ve always been in love with you. I am the way I am. I don’t know any other way, but…you’ve had girlfriends before – lots of them, and I know you slept with some of them…so, I don’t even know what I’m saying…and now I’m embarrassed to look at you – for you to look at me,” He put his head down on his knees and arms, letting his hair fall over his face again.

Steve was stunned at what Ghost had said. He’d never thought about it like that, ever. Now he was all confused. He’d always thought and felt like he was a straight, macho male. He’d had plenty of girls, and enjoyed their company, and he knew for a fact, that he loved Ghost with all his heart…and loved giving him pleasure, and receiving Ghost’s love for him. So, now, what the hell was he? Maybe he was both…or maybe he was trying to prove he wasn’t before. And, did it even matter? He knew he’d never have anyone but Ghost ever again, but he was still who he was, and that wouldn’t change.

“Damn, Ghost,” he said. “How can you even think I’d be sad or ashamed of being with you? I love you and want to be with you till the end of time. Yeah, maybe I did have girlfriends. I mean, the opportunity was there, and I’m sorry…I guess I never noticed you needing me…not like it is now. You never made any moves on me…God…I’m messing this all up. I can’t say it right…” he was almost in tears.

Ghost still had his face covered, but Steve could see his shoulders shaking…he was crying.

“Ghost?” Steve put his hand on Ghost’s head.

Ghost sobbed, “That’s a shitty thing to say, Steve…you never noticed me?”

“No, no, no, Ghost. I noticed you…you’ve always been my best friend, my only friend, for real. Just, before , I didn’t realize you loved me. At least like that.”

“So, I’m just an opportunity in front of you, since you didn’t have anyone else at the time? You know I never did it with anyone  but you, Steve. I didn’t even know how, or how to get you to love me back. And then, that one time, the first time we kissed…and you didn’t even remember it, and then said it was an accident, and you were drunk, anyway? …You know I told Kinsey about it? He said he knew we were in love all along, even before we admitted it to ourselves. And, you were still denying it, Steve!

And now what? Is it real for you, now? Because, it’s always been real for me…so real it hurts. Even now, I’m scared you’re gonna wake up and say ‘well it’s been fun’, and Steve, I think I’d die if that ever happened. I – would – die. And, how could you do that to me? I’d never, ever leave you, Steve. Even when I went away, I didn’t leave you, really. You’re always in here, in my head…in my heart…forevermore, Steve!”

“Oh, my God, Ghost! You’re getting ahead of yourself…that will never happen, and don’t say it’s some kind of premonition, or some crazy vision. It – will – never – happen! I’ll never leave you, either. I know I loved you from the very first. It just took awhile for me to realize you wanted it, too. Oh, Ghost…you’re the one with the words. I don’t know how to make it so you really understand. I love you more than my own life. There’d be no reason to go on, if you weren’t here.

I’m never trying to hide our love for each other. I don’t care what anyone thinks. We are who we are, and I’m usually feeling unworthy of your love. I don’t deserve it, but I’m forever thankful that you see fit to love me, too.”

Ghost reached over and took Steve in a big embrace, and they kissed. As Steve brushed away Ghost’s tears, Ghost said, “Steve, will you play some songs for me? I need to hear you play, and I need to sing. I can’t go to sleep without it.” He sighed and leaned against Steve’s chest. “Please?”

Steve nodded, yes, and reached for his guitar. “I’ll play for you, Ghost, but quietly. I’ll play for you forevermore, anything you want.”

And so, he did, and Ghost sang, his beautiful golden voice reaching up to the stars. The other campers heard this, and were transfixed at the beauty of the starry night, and the amazing voice that sang them all to sleep.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 59

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

59th installment

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After the past few days of excitement, and hard work, Ghost and Steve’s house was back to being livable. The townspeople were so generous with their time, supplies, and good will, but now they had gone, and it was quiet again.

They were alone…just the two of them, and the rebuilt house. It looked almost the same. The covered porch was back, and another porch swing, new paint, new ‘old’ furniture scrounged from attics and thrift stores, and their salvaged things had been cleaned and put away. There was food in the kitchen, and sheets and blankets on the beds. Someone had even painted Ghost’s warding off sign back onto the porch in front of the screen door.

When Ghost looked in his bedroom, there were even glow-in-the-dark stars painted on the ceiling. The walls were freshly painted, but now blank, and a new package of markers was on the table beside the bed. Only one sentence was written on the wall, now. It said, ‘For you, Ghost and Steve, because we love you.’ and had hearts drawn around it. It was signed by everyone who’d worked to make it their home again.

Steve heard Ghost crying, and went to see what was the matter. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, with tears falling through strands of his hair, that hung in front of his face.

“Ghost, what is it? Why are you crying?”

Ghost pointed to the wall. “Look what they wrote, Steve. I’m crying because everyone is so nice to us, and they really do love us.”

Steve read the wall, then came to sit by Ghost, on the bed. He hugged him, and let a few of his own tears fall, to join Ghost’s.

“Yeah, I guess they do.”

~

As they got back into a routine, and settled in to the house again, they talked more about taking a long road trip.

“We’ll always come back here. This is our home, Ghost. We can go see other places for a while, then come back here, then go again. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, and maybe we can play some places, too. But, you know what? I want to do another show here before we go, to say thank you to everybody,” said Ghost.

“Ok, we’ll set it up, then,” Steve said.

~

Kinsey was all too happy to have them play at the club, before they left. He knew it would be a big deal for them, and for the rest of the kids, and even the others who’d helped rebuild the house…some who’d never come to see them play before. He began preparing for it, for the next weekend.

Steve and Ghost practiced their songs every day, and even in the nights – some were new ones, some were old favorites.

On the way to the sacred Yew the evening of the show, Steve was thinking of their journey together, so far. He could see how they’d changed since they were kids, and also how they had not. He himself, a punk with an attitude and a cynical chip on his shoulder – mad at a world, that was quickly beating him down to a hard-hearted bastard, that hated everyone and everything.

And Ghost, who was never born, and was this pale lost soul, being bullied and hurt so much already at such a young age, but still had an open, loving heart to everything…and the magic that always surrounded him. He’d seen fit to befriend himself, Steve, and share that magic with him…to basically love him and ultimately save him from himself.

Ghost nudged open Steve’s dark side, and poured his golden smile and lightness into him…and his sky blue eyes promised his love, loyalty, and faithfulness…forevermore…forevermore…

He looked over at Ghost, who was hanging his head out the car window, letting the moon shine turn his hair sparkly silver. Steve shook his head and smiled. Ghost was still such a little hippie…tie-dyed t-shirt, baggy old Army jacket, with sewn on patches, raggedy jeans with marker writing on them…happy-go-lucky, no matter what. Then he looked at himself…still trying to be the badass rocker – dressed in black, boots with chains, leather jacket, and dark brooding eyes. How on Earth did the two of them ever get together?

“It was fate, Steve,” Ghost said. “It was always meant to be. I knew you a long, long time ago, in another time and place. We loved each other then, too. And when I saw you, that first day I came here from the mountains, I recognized your soul. But, I didn’t know how to make you see it, too. I’m happy you finally did.” He sighed.

Steve was amazed, as usual, that without even trying, Ghost had heard all his prior thoughts. He pulled up into the parking lot of the club, and took Ghost’s hand, pulling him to himself. “I love you, Ghost. you are my life.” He kissed Ghost tenderly, at first, then fiercely, and didn’t want to stop. But, it was time to put on their show.

Now they were energized, and both knew they’d have all the long night together. It was still a bit early to open the doors to the club, so they went in the back door, saying hi to Kinsey, as they passed by his office. He noticed their flushed appearance, and smiled…they never get enough of each other, he thought.

Steve went up on the stage and began to ready his equipment. It was just the two of them tonight. They had taped music from Terry and R.J., and they would do their own parts live. Of course Ghost always sang live. Ghost was at the writing wall, putting in today’s thoughts. He wrote a long one, thanking everyone for their help, and that he’d miss everyone while they were gone, but that they’d be back before too long.

Ghost thought about the new songs they’d do tonight…what they meant to him and Steve, what the people would think of them…even though, they wouldn’t get the same meaning from the words. Maybe, they would take from them some meaning of their own. They’d both written some parts of each song, and that was mostly how they’d sing them – in turn – on the songs, *”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, and *”Need You Now”. Ghost would sing *”If I Die Young” by himself, just to Steve playing on his acoustic guitar, and of course, as always, the last one would be *”World”.

~

Kinsey opened the door, letting in the crowd that had gathered. Everyone was in a good mood, ready for the songs, and to show Ghost and Steve they loved them, by their presence here this night.

Back stage, Ghost was sipping a mug of hot tea, with lemon and honey, to ease his throat. He’d had Steve put a few tiny braids in his hair, with a blue bird’s feather on the end of one. He wasn’t sure, but it may have been the feather from the blue bird he’d seen at the old gravestone, that day long ago. At any rate, he considered it good luck.

Steve was doing last minute tuning on his guitars. Kinsey poked his head in and said, “Y’all ready? It’s time.” He went out to announce them. Ghost got a shiver of excitement, that ran like electricity through him. As they reached the door, Steve kissed Ghost one more time. Their shared thought was that their shows were to entertain everyone, but mostly it was for themselves…their love and their heartbreak, their hopes and dreams for each other. They knew Kinsey had figured it out, too, and that was fine with them, after all he was like family. Their lives played out on stage – a soundtrack of their journey so far.

As they walked on stage, the crowd of club kids erupted in happy applause. Even the older crowd at the back of the club, were clapping for them. Those who’d never heard their music before, were clapping right along, too, but were a little anxious about what they’d hear tonight. The kids had changed back into their usual club clothes. For this send-off, they were going to go all out.

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*”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, sung by Roberta Flack, released January 21, 1973, label – Atlantic, Composed by Charles Fox, with lyrics by Norman Gimble in collaboration with Lori Lieberman

*”Need You Now”, sung by Lady Antebellum , from the album “Need You Now”, released August 24, 2009, label – Capitol Nashville, written by Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly, Dave Haywood, and Josh Kear

*”If I Die Young”, sung by The Band Perry, released on self titled album, October 12, 2010, label – Republic Nashville, written by Kimberly Perry

*”Hole in the World”, sung by The Eagles, written by Don Henley, and Glenn Frey, released July 15, 2003, label – The Eagles Recording Company II, on the album “The Very Best Of”

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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